First, think of the color of the clouds. Next, think of the color of snow. Now, think of the color of a bright, full moon. Now, answer quickly: What do cows drink?

I wax and wane but never cry, I light the night, hang in the sky. I pull the tides, I watch you swoon, Silent companion, friend to the dune. What am I?

I wear no skin yet bruise at dusk, I swallow stars and leak out blue. Birds borrow me without a sound, Storms write their tempers on my face. I’m always overhead, never held.

small and white hexagonal and microscopic... it'll melt at your fingertips... dont lick it off a tree or power line or your roof or your car just a word of warning, thats all

In the land of stripes, I roam with grace, a horse-like creature in a monochrome race. My attire is nature's barcode, a walking piano with no sound to unfold.